Procrastination of a Serious Matter

Life played basketball on the court outside my dorm

The birds sang brightly to welcome the sun, singing

In time with the even sound of the basketball on the


I rolled my eyes and considered shutting the curtain

But fabric just cannot cut away the annoying bounce

So instead I did a thing that I might regret and joined


Death sat on the bench near the court, reading an old

Newspaper. Yellowed to match the sun and, broken as

The souls she so carefully brings home. She nodded to


Life offered the basketball with a gentle smile on his face

And Death politely folded the newspaper, and held it out.

Neither of them forced me to move. They just wait. It’s my


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